#thoughts that kept me out of ivy league schools

[henrysglock]

you ever wonder how henry remains clean-shaven. he can't do it with his powers or anything and like...i know brenner isn't trusting him with a razor (soteria, suicide, murder, etc).

so does he just have to sit there while one of the other orderlies does it for him like:

who has the lovely job of playing the "keep-the-razor-away-from-001" game? is he just tied up? strong-armed into it? has he ever tried to bite someone during this procedure? has anyone lost a body part (ear, nose, etc) because of it? do they just sedate him for it? is he laying there knocked out like a feral cat getting its nails trimmed by a vet?

[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x fem reader feat perv Steve Harrington one shot- flesh for fantasy

18+ only no exceptions.

Smut, making a porno, renting a porno, p in v sex, oral sex, f, and m receiving. AU and the upside down/Vecna never happened.

Eddie and the reader reunite after the reader ends her first year at college. They catch up on old times and decide to try something new. (Slightly pervy Steve.)

Word count: 3.7K

Eddie and the reader reunite after the reader ends her first year at college. They catch up on old times and decide to try something new. The year is 1986 and the reader and Steve are ex-lovers. They went on one date but Eddie is her soulmate. (Steve shows up at the end.)

Ao3

Thank you to @bunnsandroses for being my beta reader and to @bimbobaggins69 for hyping me up with this fic!

You and Eddie were lovers in high school. You both loved playing Dungeons & Dragons and listening to the same metal music. Eddie was seen as an outcast and a freak, but you loved Eddie regardless. Eddie was the school freak, but you had that spark with him. No matter what other people said about him, including that he was a 'trailer park disaster' and 'reject outcast' and 'loser', you wanted him, anyway. People could be cruel, but you saw through Eddie's tough facade and accepted him. He was so important to you. His band was amazing and you would always be there side stage watching him. Everyone knew you were his and groupies knew to back off. Eddie was the leader of the Hellfire Club. When you were alone with him, you couldn't take your hands off each other. He loved your breasts, hips, thighs, neck, and lips. Eddie was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first official relationship that was serious, and you were both virgins when you met. Steve met you through Robin being your mutual friend and you went out on one date with him. Her and Steve's friendship as besties was goals for you and Eddie. Not that Steve wasn't a nice guy- he was but Eddie captured your heart and Steve agreed he would be friends with you instead of date. Steve and Eddie met at a party where Eddie was selling weed and hit it off quickly becoming friends.

Eddie loved kissing your body, and it was special every time you made love. Talking and giggling during sex with Eddie was always a must. Whether soft or rough, he knew what you liked, wanted, and what drove you wild in all the best ways. There was nothing more important to him than getting you off first. He was a giver more than a receiver, and that's the way he liked it. The way he touched and pleased you was better than anyone else. Despite your closeness, your graduation came before his because he kept getting held back. Not that he lacked the intelligence, but it was the drive. No matter what people thought, he was pretty smart, but didn't fully apply himself, and even though he wanted to graduate with you, it just didn't happen, unfortunately. Eddie graduated spring of 86 and despite the odds he made it. Principal Higgins was flipped the bird by Eddie and it was well deserved. Higgins had put Eddie through so much bullshit. Knowing he was about to graduate made you so proud and he had already passed his classes. It was going to be just you and Eddie in Hawkins for the summer.

Your dream was to go to an Ivy League university and although you were at a great university, you ended up getting into your dream school out of state, and you would miss Eddie. You went anyway and when you finished your first year at college, you came back home to Hawkins. Eddie visited you during Christmas break while you were with relatives in another state. Eddie and you had phone sex while you were away when you weren't having 3-way calls with Steve. It was amazing to be back home though, and once you crossed state lines to Indiana and got to Hawkins, you went to Eddie's place first. Once he saw you, his face lit up so brightly. After hugs and pleasantries, you went grocery shopping, drove back to your place, cooked, and had a nice dinner. Even though he was used to typical spaghetti-o's, cereals like Cheerios and honeycomb, it would be nice to have a home-cooked meal. It was your parent's guest house that you had made into your loft for the summer. After dinner, you ended up on the couch with him flipping through the channels. It was the weekend, but nothing good was on. You had an idea and you wanted to try something new. That day Eddie wore his signature Dio vest and you wore your own custom Hellfire Club t-shirt he had made especially for you in high school. It drove him wild in all the best ways when you wore it for him.

He wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled close in his embrace.

"Babe, it's pointless. I can't find anything good on TV. Do you have any other ideas about what you want to do?" Eddie asked sounding a bit bored.

"I do. Since it's not too late, maybe we could rent a movie?"

"Good idea. There might be something there that will keep us entertained."

Hand in hand, you walked together to the video store. Family Video. As you walked to your destination, you shared a joint and got all giggly and just enjoyed his company.

"No Eddie, not Family Video. There's another store I've been hearing good things about."

"Oh really? So we can't go see our friends Steve and Robin?"

"This place has other types of movies. But I guess Family Video would have some too in the back room," you told him with a wink and raise of your brows as he looked at you, a curious gaze on his face.

Eddie lazily shrugged and continued walking with you. Only moments later you were walking into the store, Family video, and made your way to the back room. Adult pictures, magazine cutouts, along with triple xxx movies on VHS, and displays of the new releases and employee picks of the month greeted you. The place even had video booths where you could watch videos. The cashier was an average-looking guy, and he greeted you both with a smile.

"Oh, I see, so this is where you wanted to go. I'm a bit surprised, princess, but pleased, so why not…"

As you made your way over to more displays, you immediately noticed the horror section.

"Vintage horror porn looks like a pretty good place to start, don't you think?" You asked with a grimace as you stepped closer to the tapes.

The covers were colorful and vibrant. There was a big selection and since you loved horror movies as much as Eddie did, you decided this was the best place to find the perfect movie. You picked up a VHS titled Necromania and read the description of it. It sounded quite interesting, and it promised not only vampires and hot lesbians but also funerals, morgues, cemeteries, and autopsies. You looked at Eddie, noticing his ears perk up and a wide grin form on his face. Hopefully, there would even be a rock n roll soundtrack.

"How about we go with this Ed Wood movie, hmm?" Eddie whispered in your ear.

"Sure, it sounds interesting. Why not? Let's do it."

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you on your neck.

"Eddie, not now. You know what that does to me."

He smirked and gave you a shit-eating grin.

"I'm not done with you yet. Trust me. Let's just get this rented and we can go back to your place. And if it gets boring, we can occupy ourselves in other ways. Maybe make our porn."

You couldn't tell if he was joking, but you certainly couldn't wait to find out. Eddie took the tape, brought it to the counter, then paid for it. You left the store with him casually. You were partly glad Steve and Robin weren't there that night to see you buy this soft-core adult film. On the way back, you spoke little, but you both held hands, and you knew he was just as excited to watch the porno as you were. Eddie brought out the kinky side in you, and you loved it. When you got back to your place, you turned on the lights dimming them, and then made your way to the couch and plopped down onto it. Eddie put in the movie and pressed play as he sat on the couch with you. You got into his lap as the movie's opening credits rolled. You couldn't believe you were doing this with Eddie, but it was exciting and thrilling for you. As the first scene begins, a necromancer meets with a couple, inviting them into her mansion. An argument ensues soon after they are in their room to reveal the necromancer watching them. So far, it seemed promisingly suspenseful. The necromancer performs a ritual of magic and she then has sex with a man staying in the house out of pity.

"So, what's the verdict so far?" He asked curiously as he moved his hands to your breasts and squeezed them.

"It's fine. I'm sure it will get better."

Shirley, the necromancer, meets Barb, and the two end up having sex. While watching this, you could feel arousal pooling at your core and you wondered if Eddie was getting turned on by the movie.

Eddie leaned in and whispered in your ear,

"Sure, that's hot, but you are even hotter, babe."

You smiled widely at this compliment and grinned on his lap. He focused his attention on the screen and did his best to ignore you for the moment. Watching the movie didn't last long as you caressed the bulge in his pants, patting it. He was rock hard at this point as another sex scene unfolded, but it was because of you that his cock was hard. As you palmed his cock, he spread open your thighs and caressed you over the thin material of your panties. You moaned softly for him as he fingered you. The sensations you were feeling were so erotic as he massaged your clit. Neither of you was paying much attention to the movie anymore, but it hardly mattered. He knew he couldn't resist you much longer. You craved him, and you were almost totally soaked now as he left sloppy kisses on your neck and moved his fingers even faster inside of you. As soft mewls escaped your lips, low grunts were heard coming from him.

He couldn't get enough of you, and you were simply irresistible to him. He wanted to make you feel good, and you wanted to make him feel good, too. He needed you so much and wanted to hear your soft whimpers and moans. It was his goal to have you be even louder for him. You weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, and neither was he. Neither of you could care less about the movie now that you were so focused on the love of your life. Before you knew it, he had you pinned down, and he was leaving kisses up and down your body across every bare inch of skin he could reach. This wasn't enough for him and he removed your shirt to get better access to more of your body. As he kissed you and groped your breasts, you reached down to palm at his cock through his pants and undid his zipper. He quickly undid his belt, and you removed your bra.

As he went right back to kissing you, you moved your fingers down to your inner thighs and pushed your panties to the side. As you fingered yourself and he tweaked your nipples, you kissed him even deeper, tangling your tongue with his.

"How about we film this? I would love to get some memorable home movie footage of us," Eddie offered as a suggestion.

"Well, if that's what my man wants to do, then I'm game."

He went over to the satchel he had with him and got his video camera, almost forgetting about the movie already pushing it to the back of his mind. As you were fingering yourself and getting off, he turned the camera on focusing it on you in a closeup. He replaced your fingers with his and you moved your hand to his cock, stroking it from the base to the tip, being sure to catch any pre-cum as Eddie filmed you and smiled at the camera.

"Such a good girl stroking my cock like that. Getting all hot and bothered by that porno. What a good little slut," he praised you.

You moved onto your knees and sucked him off, wanting to give him the most pleasure you could and wanting to give him what would hopefully be the best blowjob he ever had. You wanted to make it messy, so you spit on his cock to lube it up and stroked him some more before taking him into your mouth inch by delicious inch.

"That's it suck it just like that," Eddie urged you as he bucked his hips up and into your wet, warm mouth.

You took him so deep that you were practically choking on his length as you worked your mouth like a pornstar would. Drool ran down your chin and onto his cock as you pleased him. He wanted to make you feel good too and pulled you off his cock so he could kiss you. Eddie tasted himself as he handed you the camera. He then spread your legs out before him and wasted no time devouring your cunt.

"Fuck yes baby just like that," you coaxed him encouragingly as you filmed him with the camera in one hand, your other hand tangled in his brown curls.

He lapped up your juices and spread your folds as he stuck his tongue deep inside your pussy. The moans and sounds of pleasure escaping your lips were music to his ears as he eagerly sucked on your clit. He knew just how to work you with his tongue, getting even closer to making you cum as you filmed him eating you out.

"I need your cock, Eddie. Please," you begged as you zoomed in closer on the camera to get a clearer focus on his face.

"Oh really? Gonna make you feel so fuckin' good baby," he promised as he looked up at you with doe-brown wide eyes.

"Need you to fuck my pussy," you pleaded.

"Use your words first," he cautioned you with a stern look before he slapped your ass.

"Please fuck my pussy, master," you told him firmly.

He picked you up with ease and turned your body over so you were on your hands and knees for him. He made sure that the camera was getting a good shot of your pussy and his cock before sliding into you inch by a delicious inch. With clenched teeth and low grunts, he eased inside of you, loving how tightly you gripped his cock.

"I love how tight you always are for me, princess. It's so fuckin hot," he boasted as he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, not giving you time to adjust to his length. He missed you for so long, and he desperately needed this.

His hands on his cock were no substitute for your pussy and he craved it. One of the things he missed the most besides your company was your body and pussy. Eddie loved how it looked, tasted, and felt.

"Fuck my pussy hard, sir," you begged as he fucked into you roughly, his balls slapping against your pussy.

"Fuck yes, that's my girl. So eager for me, aren't you? Like always," he growled as he fucked into you even harder and faster. His fingers found your clit, and he rubbed slow circles on it as he fucked you, his cock pumping in and out of your already wet folds. Precum formed on his cock as you rode him.

The slick sounds of wet pussy mixed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and bare flesh were heard distinctly. The smell of sex lingered in the air and the loud sounds of your moans and Eddie's groans echoed off the walls.

Eddie was getting closer than ever to cumming and you were close to release yourself.

"Tell me how good my pussy feels," you cried out for him as you thrust your hips back onto his cock and tweaked your nipples.

"It feels fantastic. Best pussy ever," he told you as he looked into the camera. He continued to piston his hips inside of you and groaned low and deep as you moaned for him and he finger fucked you.

"I'm so close, Ed's," you warned him as his fingers and cock nearly drove you over the edge.

He slapped your ass and kept his fast pace as he fucked you harder and harder, causing you to cum all over his cock and cry out his name.

"Gonna cum. Where do you want it?" He asked you seductively.

"Inside me, please. Inside."

With just a few more thrusts he found his release cumming deep inside of your pussy, making a complete and total mess of you.

Soon after you and Eddie had come down from your highs, there was a knock on the door. He turned off the camera and got up to see who it was. Once he was aware, that it was Steve, he began putting on his clothes.

"It's Harrington," he informed you.

You got dressed as well and got up to go to the door with him. Once he opened the door, Steve noticed your flushed cheeks and Eddie's sex hair.

"Well, I didn't want to interrupt anything. Just wanted to say hi again and catch up since you are back. I'll just go through if you want me to," he stammered, trailing off now.

Eddie whispered to you, asking if Steve should stay and see the video. You whispered back an eager 'yes.'

"You weren't interrupting. Come on in." Eddie gestured with his hand to the living room.

Steve walked in and followed you both to the couch.

"We have a home video. Wanna watch?" Ed asked with raised brows.

"Sure why not?"

He pressed play, eager to see what Steve's reactions would be like. Steve became a bit flustered as the movie began becoming more sexual. You soon notice Steve's visible bulge in his pants, wanting to go again and feeling turned on by him watching your sex tape.

"Touch yourself. I can tell that you need it," you whispered in Steve's ear.

Eddie noticed Steve's erect cock and grimaced. He felt turned on himself and was pleasantly surprised at how the night's events were turning out.

"You are so hot, Y/N," Steve told you as you patted his bulge.

"Take a turn with her if you want to, Steve. Be my guest, man," Eddie told him with a crooked grin on his face.

"Touch me, Steve. Do anything you want to me," you pleaded, wanting him to defile you.

You met Steve's lips in a kiss, tasting him. You had waited so long to do this. You got up, straddled his lap, and then kissed him as Eddie began filming.

"Let's take this to the bedroom. Make another movie," Eddie suggested, all smiles.

"I have a confession to make first though. I was looking through the Family Video rental history and well I found out you guys had rented that adult film. Was on my break when you were there so it was pretty easy to figure out what you two would be up to tonight. I also was outside watching from the window for a bit so…" He trailed off with a slight blush once he confessed this to you and Eddie.

You secretly wondered how much he did see. Well, it didn't bother you that much, but his confession was good to hear. Despite going out before on one date with Steve, you hadn't done anything except heavily make out. Both of you knew Steve was secretly a bit of a perv even if he didn't admit it. When he was at your place before he had stolen panties. It was unspoken between the two of you but you knew he had done it. If he had done it while you were away for college and snuck in to steal more you wouldn't be surprised either.

"Doesn't make a difference to me. How about you baby?" Eddie smirked as he held your hand.

"I think it's fine. I mean we are all adults here, aren't we? But Steve I have a question have you taken my underwear before?"

Steve's cheeks flushed and he tried to form words at first but nothing came out.

"Yeah I did. Maybe once or twice," he admitted with red cheeks.

"Well as long as you admit its alright then."

With that you picked up your used panties and stuffed them in Steve's back pocket which made him grimace.

"I have a confession too, Harrington. I also have a crush on you. Hey, you like my girl, she likes you, and you like her. Let's all have some fun," Eddie admitted as he reached out to tap Steve's shoulder.

"Really? Then prove it," Steve dared to challenge Eddie with crossed arms.

"Wait for the cameras to start rolling, big boy," Eddie told him with a big grin.

"Since that is settled then let go," you told them firmly taking charge.

You got up, your hand still linked with Eddie's, took Steve's hand, and all of you went into the bedroom with the camera and tripod in tow. Eddie and Steve kissed passionately for the camera with tangled tongues. You came countless times just from giving Eddie and Steve head and with the help of your fingers. As you took turns giving each of them head, they helped you with the blowjobs. You and Eddie going down on Steve, then you and Steve going down on Eddie. It was the hottest fantasy come to life. In turn, you were a total and complete mess for them as they took turns eating you out. Then they fucked you- Eddie from behind and Steve from the front. They used all your holes, and you were more than happy to let them use you like a fuck doll as everything was filmed. Going into this threesome, you had hopes of making one of the hottest videos ever, and it turned out to be just that. After that night together, you confronted Steve telling him you knew he had stolen underwear of yours in the past and as his cheeks became flushed you slipped a pair of your nice lace panties into his hand. Something told you that a repeat of that night would happen again and you were pretty sure Eddie and Steve both would be just fine with that because you definitely were.

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[blahblahblees]

yes, it's me again, boo.

I've decided to be your first request

(be prepared 👹/j)

basically, I was thinking this, as far as requests go:

ricky bowen x a fem! reader.

basically, the reader has been stressing out a bunch about whatever you'd be okay with them stressing about. stress and anxiety play a big part in appetite and all. so, when ricky notices that she hasn't been eating much lately cause of her stress, he basically does like a surprise dinner or restaurant date and basically kinda help her get rid of her stress and all, maybe by going out to the park or skating? I'm fine with anything, tbh.

Thanks! :))

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── high school sweethearts ミ ricky bowen

✎ ·˚ ༘ ─── the stress of finals has been something that’s weighted heavy on your mind and body and your boyfriend has taken notice of that

wc: 1,019

ricky bowen x fem!reader (use of she/her and use of feminine terms)

tw: not eating properly, kissing (?)

SHE THOUGHT that finals would be easy for her and yet, here she sat with piles and piles of study notes and textbooks for the one final that was worth at least 50% of her final grade.

The final wouldn’t be for another week or two (at least she hoped it was for another week or two), but this grade meant life or death to her. This grade weighed on her heavily and could determine the college she could attend.

Would it be ivy leagues? Would it be a college that held a high regard for their students? Or would be a community college that would lead to a university?

All of that weighed heavy in her mind.

So much so that she’d found herself only snacking on Nature Valley bars, a cup of Lucky Charms, or the day old coffee that she kept in her room.

She’d been so focused on getting the best grade possible that she would eat, sleep, and breath Economics and Personal Finance rather than a meal that she could actually get full off of.

But that didn’t bother her at the moment, but it did bother her boyfriend, Ricky Bowen.

He himself, didn’t quite understand the topic as he wasn’t too fond of school itself, it could visibly been seen in his actions, the eye rolls, and the 1.4 GPA he currently had.

But he did see how much getting into a good school matter to her. It could help her find the career path she wanted. Getting into her top college could mean the absolute world to her and he’d supported her in the best ways he could.

But he would always catch her studying, scribbling down the same notes over and over again and eat the same two snacks repeatedly… especially gagging at the fact that she willingly sipped on two day old coffee just to “feel something”.

That wasn’t going to fly with him anymore. So, one night, he knocked softly on her window.

She turned around slowly and pushed her headphones off to stand up and open up the window to him.

Ricky smiled as she opened up the window, leaning in before the window had fully been opened and placed a gentle kiss onto her lips.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“I wanted to know if I could take you out tonight.”

She sighed, looking back at her table before looking back over at her boyfriend.

“Ricky, I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to study for-“

“It will only be for an hour.” Ricky softly smiled. “Just an hour of your time. It’s not gonna kill you is it?”

She sighed. “An hour.”

“Just an hour.”

She reluctantly ran her fingers through her hair as she turned and grabbed her jacket off of the back of her chair and spilling on a pair of shoes.

Ricky gently grabbed her hand as she followed him out of the window and onto the ground.

Once on their feet, Ricky made his way towards his orange beetle and held the door open for her, once she settled inside, Ricky rushed towards the drivers side and quickly sped off before she could change her mind.

“THE PARK?” She questioned. “You wanted to come to the park?”

Ricky turned in his seat, reaching in backseat to grab, what appeared to be a giant bag and his skateboard.

“Yes,” Ricky smiled. “I love the park and I love you and I wanted to take you to a place that I love.” He spoke. “Now, come on. It’s time to eat.”

She furrowed her brows and stepped out of the car as Ricky waited for her at the front of the car.

Ricky grabbed her hand and led the two of them towards the bench and sat the bag and his skateboard down and unzipped it, pulling out sandwiches, chips, sodas, and other small snacks out.

He sat his phone down, opening Spotify, and allowing music to play from a playlist he’d made for them.

Ricky then opened the sandwich bag, holding it out for her to grab. “Turkey and cheese, for you.”

She smiled, grabbing the sandwich from his hands and fully pulling the bag off as she took a big bite from it.

It was something so small, but a smile was place on her face as she let the taste of turkey and cheese dance across her tongue.

“God, this is good.” She moaned.

“It’s just turkey and cheese.” Ricky chuckled. “Nothing crazy.”

“I know,” she smiled, taking another huge bite of the sandwich. “I know, but I can’t tell you the last time I had a sandwich.”

Ricky didn’t want to mention it. He saw what she was doing and it was enough to take action into his own hands. And though it can backfire at times… if not all the time, he knew that this time, he’d done the right thing.

After scarfing down two or three more sandwiches, Ricky stood to his feet, kicking his skateboard up and reaching his hand out.

“Come on.” He smiled. “Let’s skate.”

She smiled once more, grabbing Ricky’s hand as she followed behind him as he led them to the street.

He placed the skateboard down and helped steady her on his skateboard. He placed his hands gently onto her waist as he stepped one foot on the skateboard and using his other foot to push the two of them down the street.

And that’s all they did and it was nice, in fact, it was all they did for the majority of the night.

They didn’t stay out for an hour as planned and that was fine by her.

By the way, she passed her final.

Maybe she just needed a break.

A plan Ricky Bowen could always come up with.

— lucy has something to say !!

thank you for requesting i appreciate it so so much !! i missed writing for ricky bowen. god i love that white boy 😋

my request are opened! you can check out who i write for here :) !!!!

[princehee]

The Wrong Guy Pt.2 || Lee Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung + fem reader

Warnings: Making out, angst, psycho Hee. Do not continue reading this if you're expecting a happy ending

Synopsis: A wrong swipe on the wrong guy on the dating app made you pay the price

Word Count: 1.3k

As the cab pulled over slowly by the parking lot, you tapped your phone screen again to make sure you arrived at the right location.

It had been only a week since you moved to this town, so you had no other option than resorting to taking a cab to get to your date's place.

Of course, your date, Ethan Lee had offered to pick you up, but you just thought it was a better idea to do some exploring on your own, after all of the nagging you got from your parents for being so dependent while your older sister took care of all her business on her own.

516 B, You whispered to yourself as you got on the elevator and started taking in every detail of your surroundings. Never in your life did you know that an elevator could be that fancy.

No wonder he went to an Ivy league school to be able to afford a place this grand!

You stood right outside his door, a little hesitant to ring the bell. You were excited for sure, but you kept internally screaming at yourself for deciding to meet a random stranger that you barely even spoke to for a few minutes. You started feeling a little queasy, footsteps receding further away from the door.

You texted his address to one of your closest friends from that town to keep tabs on you in case she didn't hear from you in a bit.

What are the chances of me being the inspiration for Netflix's next documentary?

In your five minutes of contemplation, your phone buzzed with another notification.

"You having any trouble finding my apartment?"

"I'm here"

And in less than a minute, you were greeted by the boy who made you cover fifty miles in an unfamiliar town in less than a day's time. Looking at his big, glassy brown eyes and the way his eyebrows rose as if he were in some kind of a worry, made your heart find its peace again. He sure looked just like he did in the photos, the perfect boyfriend material type that you've been searching for in your whole 22 years of life.

You stood there awkwardly blushing away while he confidently extended his hand to pull you in. You had no idea what to say to him, quite contrary to your online persona. But lucky for you, Ethan seemed to have a relaxed composure and a friendly demeanor, and his place seemed welcoming and soothing, your racing heart found its usual pace now.

You stood in the middle of the living room, awestruck by the interior decor, it was definitely like one of those houses they always show on the TV. As you kept looking around, admiring the paintings on the wall, you felt his hand stroking your back gently.

You flinched internally at sudden physical touch, but tried to keep your cool on the outside as you nonchalantly turned around only to be met with his dreamy eyes again, but this time, inches closer...

You couldn't believe how quickly things were escalating between you two, but you couldn't complain.

As his other hand grabbed your back pulling it closer to him, you slid your arms over his neck, ruffling his hair, earning a deep moan from him.

It took him seconds to connect his lips with yours, being gentle all the way through. He remembered you telling him how you'd never been kissed before, so he kept pulling away every five seconds just to check if you were doing okay.

He tried to check one more time, but your hands didn't let him. You pulled him even closer if that was even possible as you two stuck like glue at this point.

His soft lips grazed over your ear, down your neck and you could tell that he was switching from being gentle to rough with each kiss but your mind remained clouded for the most part as he hit your sensitive areas with ease.

One of his hands slid beneath your shirt, resting over the buttons of your pant. You nodded into the kiss and he swiftly started undoing them and pulling the zipper down.

You got out of your pants while still maintaining the physical touch and jumped into his arms.

"Let's take you inside, yeah?"

You responded with a hum and soon enough, you were dropped on his bed, almost whining at the loss of touch but it wasn't long before he hovered over you, touching your forehead with his and picking up from where you left off before.

Your hands grabbed his shirt and rolled it up in an attempt to get it off of him but Ethan sternly held your arms in place, making you stop what you were doing.

"My house, my rules. Okay baby?"

Although his face turned a little serious, his voice remained gentle and soft. You could only nod along and follow his commands - it was as if you were tongue tied and your body went numb.

He got off of you, making your eyebrows raise in suspicion. By the time you could say anything, he was already off the bed, moving closer to one of his drawers.

You tried peeking a glance at what he was doing but his broad shoulders shielded the view, you thought of getting up and seeing for yourself but by the time you almost touched the floor with your feet, Ethan turned around and started walking closer to you.

It was hard to see what he was holding in the dim light but the silvery glare off the metal gave an outline of something that looked like handcuffs.

You scoffed at his choice of pleasure but knew that you had to go with it no matter what, judging from his stern, poised look.

As he inched closer to you, you found yourself moving further away till your back hit the bedrest.

"Be nice, okay?" He spoke softly as he grabbed your hands and cuffed them to the bed. "Good girl" he said before he dipped his face in your tummy, leaving wet kisses and making you moan like a mess.

"Ethan, kiss me" Your voice came out as if you were pleading which turned him on even more.

He brought his lips back to yours and you thanked the heavens for being able to feel him against you again.

His teeth nibbled on your ear and slowly dropped to the strap of your bra, dragging it down and under your shoulder.

As his palm drew circles around your clothed but now wet area, your phone buzzed with a notification, pulling you out of the trance.

You twitched your eyes in an attempt to read the notification but Ethan soon grabbed it and turned it off.

"Hey! What's that about now"? You inadvertently raised your voice at his sudden move.

"I hate to repeat myself but I believe I told you this before. My house, my rules"

And with that, he left you all on your own, shackled to the bed as he walked out of the room with your phone in his hand.

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter ten

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, PTSD, choking, angst

word count: 2.3k

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The sunlight was peeking in through the blinds and brought me out of my slumber. I was wrapped up in the sheets, sans clothing, and knew that Bucky must be up already. He was naturally an early riser and I barely slept a wink, which is why I was still in bed later than usual. After a quick stretch, I slid out from under the covers and shivered as the cool air activated goosebumps all over me. I scoured the floor for some clothes but only managed to find my underwear. I padded into his walk-in closet and helped myself to a grey crew neck sweatshirt that read “Columbia University” (of course he went to an ivy league school). The sweatshirt was perfectly oversized, the hem landing just above my knee, and was soft and cozy. I never wanted to take it off. I walked into the en suite to use the restroom and freshen up before searching for Bucky.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I was immediately hit with the smell of coffee. As I turned to walk downstairs, I found Bucky leaning against the doorframe with a steaming mug in his hand.

“I thought I heard you,” he smiled, taking in my appearance. He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants without a shirt on, and I took a moment to appreciate his muscular form. “I love that you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Well I couldn’t seem to find any of my clothes,” I replied.

“I threw in a load of laundry this morning. Figured you might want some clean clothes.”

“You trying to keep me here longer?” I joked.

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

I walked over towards him, “Joke’s on you, I wasn’t planning on leaving.” I planted a quick kiss on his lips as I extracted the coffee from his hands. I took a slow sip and let out a sigh, “You know just how I like it.”

He gave me a playful smile and said, “That I do.” He placed his hands on my hips and leaned down towards me, connecting his lips with mine. He gently guided me backwards, step by step, until the back of my legs hit the mattress. I pulled away for a moment to place my coffee on the bedside table and peered back up at him, with a smile on my face. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down towards me, craving his taste. He kept me vertical as he ran his fingers through my hair, guiding it off my face and behind my right ear. He took my lower lip in between his teeth and gave me a careful nip before redirecting his attention to my neck. His breath brushed my ear, and right as I expected his tongue to meet my neck, he stopped.

“Baby, was I too rough with you last night?” he asked, looking at me briefly before running a careful hand down my neck. I hadn’t checked for bruises in the mirror, but I was sure they were there. My hair must’ve hid the marks inadvertently. 

“Oh, I don’t think that’s from sex,” I replied.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a confused expression on his face as his gaze shifted up to mine.

He didn’t remember. He must’ve thought it was just a nightmare. And I had no idea how I was going to tell him. I stood there, looking at him with empathetic eyes as I processed what my next step here was. How could I tell him that he attacked me in the middle of the night without making it seem like a big deal? 

I saw his expression begin to shift slightly. He was connecting the dots in his mind. He released me and took a step back.

“No…” he breathed, a look of shock and horror gracing his handsome features.

“Bucky, it’s not a big deal. We can-”

“Not a big deal!? Y/N, I could’ve killed you!”

“But you didn’t,” I took a step towards him and reached for his hand, trying to calm him down. As soon as I touched him, he pulled away and took another step back.

He looked at me with wide eyes, “You need to leave.”

“Buck, can we please talk about this?”

“Leave, now!” He shouted. I stood there, frozen in place. He broke eye contact to turn and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I didn’t want to leave him like this, in such a vulnerable state, so I followed him. I tried the handle but the door was locked.

“Bucky, let me in. Please,” I felt like I was pleading with him physically and emotionally. I wanted for him to open up, so that we could tackle this together. I wanted to be there to support him in whatever way he needed. 

“Go Y/N. I mean it.”

I placed my hand flat on the door, “Please.”

There was a beat of silence which gave me hope that he was considering opening the door. 

“Leave, I don’t want you here.”

I wasn’t expecting those words. And they hurt. 

So I gave in to his request. I went into his closet and quickly put on a pair of his sweatpants. Then I went downstairs, collected my purse and phone, and walked out the front door. I sat on his front step as I called myself an Uber home, taking deep breaths and holding all my tears until I was back in my bed.

When I got back home, I made it three steps to the couch before the tears started flowing. It was part rejection, part worry for Bucky, and part uncertainty for how we would move forward. Just when I thought we were finally starting something together, we came to a screeching stop. It was hard not to take it out on him. My instinct was to write him off as an asshole and build my wall back up. But I knew this wasn’t him. He spent weeks courting me, respecting my boundaries yet letting me know he was still interested. 

And now that he had me, he was pushing me away. I couldn’t let him go that easily, I had to fight for him too.

Once my tears dried, I thought through what my next move would be. I wanted to give him the rest of the day to process whatever emotions he was feeling. I’d see him at work and talk to him then.

“Y/L/N, you are on…ortho,” Palmer announced. I sighed but tried to hide my disappointment as I went to find Rogers. I needed to log some ortho hours, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but I was hoping I’d be on trauma. 

Bucky had been avoiding me ever since I spent the night. He called out for his next few shifts and when he finally did come in, he spent the whole day in the pit while I was scrubbed into a 14 hour neurosurgery. I missed him more than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just being around him, but learning from him. I wanted to be back on trauma, studying his every move. I held onto the little hope I had that maybe a big trauma would come in that required an ortho consult.

I found Rogers studying a chart at the nurses station and slid in next to him.

“Can I help you?” he asked, without looking up.

“I’m on your service today.”

He looked up from the paperwork and appeared less than excited to see me but replied with, “Great, we have a hip replacement in an hour. Prep the patient and bring her down to OR2. Then you can scrub in.”

“Thanks,” I gave him a grateful smile. At least I could distract myself with surgery.

As we performed the surgery, Dr. Rogers was curt with me, speaking to me when he needed to, but nothing more than that. He must’ve known something happened between Bucky and I because he barely made eye contact with me. He was always protective of Bucky, but he had put in a lot more effort to converse with me a few weeks ago.

In the middle of the procedure, I felt Steve eye me from across the table. 

“What did you do?” he asked.

I furrowed my brow, “I just suctioned the-”

“No, not that. Did you sleep with someone else?”

“What?” I pulled my hands out of the patient and looked at Steve, “Are you seriously asking me about my personal life right now?”

“Only because it affects my best friend.”

I let out a deep sigh, “Have you talked to Bucky?”

“No, but I know how he is. He falls head over heels, lays the foundation, puts in the work, and then they always end up screwing him over and he shuts down. Won’t talk to anyone, doesn’t take care of himself, then eventually he throws himself into his work.”

“I didn’t-”

“It’s a shame because I really thought you were different. He never spoke about other girls the way he spoke about you. So I hope it was worth it.”

I wanted so badly to tell him what happened. If anyone would understand, it’d be Steve. He served time in Afghanistan too. But it wasn’t my secret to tell. If Bucky hadn’t told Steve, there was a reason.

“Look, something happened and it’s not really my story to tell, but I have been trying to track down Bucky and he’s avoiding me. I hate knowing that he’s suffering right now and I don’t know how to help him when he won’t even look at me. So why don’t you talk to your friend and get the full story before you throw some more accusations my way.”

I held Steve’s eye contact, not willing to back down. I so badly wanted to leave the OR, to end on that final note, but I put my career before my pride. Rogers placed his tools on the tray and calmly said, “You can close up.”

He stepped away from the patient and pulled his mask off. I couldn’t quite read his expression, so I just tried to focus on finishing the hip replacement. 

Steve stormed out of the OR and searched for his best friend. He checked the OR board and didn’t see Bucky’s name. He hadn’t heard of anything serious coming into the ER so he tried the on call room. Bucky was curled up, squeezing the life out of a pillow, with a blanket thrown haphazardly over him. Steve took a pillow from one of the empty beds and threw a heater at his friend.

“What the hell…?” Bucky groaned, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Steve chided.

“What are you talking about?”

“What happened with you and Y/L/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well I do. I can’t sit around and watch you be miserable again.”

“I’m fine,” Bucky defended.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Steve asked, taking a seat on the bunk across from Bucky. “Now tell me what happened.”

Bucky sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.

“Things were perfect. She came over and she finally seemed like she was ready to start something serious and I…screwed it up.”

“I’ve seen the way that girl looks at you. I highly doubt things are beyond repair.”

He shook his head, “I can’t…”

“What happened,” Steve demanded.

Bucky turned to his friend and Steve noticed the vulnerability in his eyes. He looked broken. “I choked her,” he managed.

Based on his reaction, it couldn’t have been a sex act gone wrong. Steve connected the dots in his head, “You had a night terror…”

Bucky nodded his head and put his head in his hands. “She woke up with all these bruises on her neck and I didn’t remember any of it.”

“She’s not mad at you. Just go talk to her.”

He shook his head, “I can’t risk hurting her again. I could’ve killed her.”

“So instead you’re going to torture yourself and be miserable the rest of your life?”

“As long as she’s safe.”

“Bucky, you have to start looking out for yourself. You deserve to be happy too. Just talk to her.”

“I don’t know how to,” Bucky replied.

“At least think about it. She’s special. I just accused her of cheating on you and she took it like a champ.”

“You what!?” 

Steve shrugged, “I may have jumped to conclusions. But in my defense, you didn’t tell me anything.” Bucky scoffed at his friend. “I’m serious though, go talk to her. Don’t let her get away, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bucky knew he was right, but he wasn’t ready to face her. Steve let him be and Bucky laid back and groaned into a pillow. He needed to sleep but everytime he shut his eyes, he pictured himself on top of her, pinning her down as she squirmed from lack of oxygen. He was broken and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to piece himself back together.

After another week of Bucky’s moping, Steve realized that he wasn’t planning on reconciling with Y/N. He saw her study Bucky, a look of concern in her eye as she watched him for a little too long. And Bucky forcibly kept his head down, knowing if he made eye contact with her he’d melt under her gaze. It killed him to see Bucky revert to a shell of himself. He was pale and had constant bags under his eyes. He looked thin and there was no spark behind his eyes. Everyone noticed it. He stopped joking with people and smiling, he barely made conversation other than what was required for work. He was snapping at the interns. It was hard to watch. Steve was under the impression that if Bucky just talked with Y/N, they’d be able to figure things out. But Bucky was never one to help himself. Steve knew he’d have to nudge his friend forward, he just wasn’t sure how.

[artzychic27]

Can we see this: https://youtu.be/Nb7sgIAuECQ?si=w3auY1tDtEVJmDzB, but with the DC AU couples? Like Bat!Zoe and Static!Cosette, Bane!Ivan and Scarecrow!Mylene, Cat!Juleka and Ivy!Rose, etc?

Zoé: So… Cosette and I… We never imagined that we’d meet up and then eventually… Couple up.

Cosette: Our dads know each other. Justice League, and stuff, you know? But, we didn’t exactly meet through them. See, I was on a class trip to Gotham.

Zoé: Terrible idea.

Cosette: Aw, it worked out.

Zoé: It did. Anyway, the Hero Class- total accident, by the way- helped dad and me battle the Joker and his guys. And Cosette-

Cosette: Don’t! Please, no!

Zoé: *Giggles* Cosette saw the Joker pointing a gun at me, got in front of me, and yelled, “DON’T HURT HER!” But… It turns out- *Snickers*

Cosette: Don’t even!

Zoé: It was one of his ‘POW!’ guns! With the little flag? You know those ones.

Cosette: It was so embarrassing!

Zoé: It was sweet, and you were very brave.

Cosette: … Thank you.

—

Nathaniel: So, um... No one thought this would last. I’m a size-shifting villain who gets angrier as he grows, he’s an alien hero who’s able to fly when he thinks positive thoughts.

Marc: *Takes Nathaniel’s hand* But, we proved everyone wrong.

Nathaniel: As to how we met, I was robbing the bank, literally holding a few people hostage in my fist. And as I was tearing the vault door open, this one bursts in and ties a lamppost around my wrist like handcuffs

Marc: And after that, I kept stopping more of his crimes… Tell them why.

Nathaniel: *Blushing* Starlight, quit it.

Marc: Come on…

Nathaniel: … I wanted a reason to see and talk to you.

Marc: He even stopped right in the middle of causing some chaos downtown because Denise came instead of me. It was adorable! He eventually worked up the nerve to ask me out. And, baby, you didn’t have to commit all those crimes just to get me to notice you.

Nathaniel: Can you blame me? I couldn’t exactly talk to you during school hours with your friends watching my every move.

Marc: And yet, here we are.

—

Jesse: When I first laid eyes on Anthony, it was during the DC kids’ weekly Villains versus Heroes battle near the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was belt a myriad of love songs to the heavens when I saw my dark angel!

Anthony: I talked him out of it. Though, I was surprised he picked me out of… Literally anyone. I mean, who wants a Demon for a boyfriend, you know?

Jesse: *Takes his hand* I do. And I always will, my love.

Anthony: You weren’t even the least bit terrified when you found out who my grandfather was?

Jesse: You mean Trigon? Enslaver of worlds? Devourer of a million souls? The most feared tyrant in the universe who could easily wipe out all existence as we know it?… Nope. Not at all.

Anthony: Aaw. *Kisses him on the cheek* You're sweet.

Jesse: Yes, and a bit terrified.

—

Alya: So, Nino and I had just been transferred to DuPont after the... Incidents at our last schools.

Nino: I was in the middle of conning a few idiots out of their lunch money when she walked by, her hair just smelling like lavender.

Alya: You got so distracted that you shifted into several forms until you were just this cluster of different people. It was a mess! And, frankly, kind of cute.

Nino: Only because I had Adrien's dimples, Kim's abs, and Chloé's aerobicized ass, right?

Alya: No, I meant it was cute how you got all flustered over me, idiot.

Nino: Well, who wouldn't? Now, here's the kicker. She asked me out by trapping me in an escape room for three days.

Alya: With food and water, of course. In the end, there was a riddle waiting for him, and he got it on the first go.

Nino: 'There is a fruit, so very sweet! From a palm, it's very neat! A yea or nay sometime today. Palm to palm is just the gate for the fruit is a-'

Alya/Nino: Date.

—

Denise: I first met Simon while trying to stop a bus full of passengers. The brakes just snapped, and it was going all over the road at top speed.

Simon: I was chasing after the bus, but, you know, I’m not strong enough to stop like a… What? A ton?

Denise: Twenty to thirty, actually. So, I’m flying by to help, and then this one- *Snickers* He flew into a stop sign the very second he saw me.

Simon: I was face to face with a literal goddex! A gorgeous one at that.

Denise: Aw, come on. After we managed to stop the bus and save everyone, we just started hanging out more, stopping the DC villain kids together, and one thing lead to another. We started dating.

—

Jean: I had just given the performance of a life time. I had gotten the usual red roses, but then someone tosses me a bouquet of green roses. Guess who it was.

Austin T: I think they know, dear.

Jean: *Giggles* Yeah. But, the first time we met officially was when I was helping Zoé stop Marinette and Adrien from releasing laughing gas out into the city.

Austin T: I lent some assistance.

Jean: He trapped them in a cage that his ring made, and I was like, “What sorcery is this?!” And he went, “No sorcery, just space tech. Hi, I’m Emerald Lantern.”

Austin T: If you think I’m about to choose the most predictable name, you have another thing coming. Anyway, he didn’t know I was the one who threw the green bouquet until he saw the cage.

Jean: I was swooning!

Austin T: It was adorable how his eyes lit up.

—

Rose: The first time we met, we were thirteen, and we tried to kill each other.

Juleka: Nah, you didn’t try to kill me; I tried to kill you. I thought she was stepping on my turf, trying to steal the stuff I was going to steal. Turns out, she was just poisoning a few guys down at some club who have been harassing some poor girl.

Rose: She’s okay now, but anyway, Juleka wanted in on the action, and scratched their faces!

Juleka: Respect women, idiots.

Rose: It was amazing! I had them tied up in my vines, and we both took turns beating them with her sack full of cash!

Juleka: I like to consider that our first date.

Rose: *Kisses her on the cheek* And what a date it was.

—

Ivan: I was bashing a corrupt official’s head against the pavement one night, after I found out he’d done unspeakable things to lycée students behind closed doors, when I saw her hollow eyes from across the street. I was then plagued with the grimmest of hallucinations of that prison. And after a dreadful ten minutes, I found the bastard of a man writhing and screaming as if he were in even more pain. I knew I wanted her to cull pathetic whelps like that man with me.

Myléne: He asked, then I gave him another dose of my fear toxin. When he snapped out of it and didn’t run away, that’s when I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

—

Brecken: Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all easy being a hero-villain couple. I always gotta act polite ‘n stuff when I’m around her hero pals.

Genevieve: And I must endure his friends’ brash behavior from time to time.

Brecken: Aw, you love ‘em!

Genevieve: Not as much as I love you… And, I guess your clones.

Brecken: Hoo, doggies! I love this gal! Anyway, as to how we met, so me and the fellas, as in my clones, were robbing the bank, and after we cleaned it out, we stopped for a bite as this great diner. And if you’re American, they got some great burgers there, makes you feel right at home!

Genevieve: As he was saying, he and his clones barged in as I was ordering. Seeing as we were in a public space, and we both had not eaten yet, the seven of us occupied a table, and just began to talk.

Brecken: I never seen the fellas so engaged. My darlin’s just got that something, you know?

—

Aurore: Uh, a little about us. My bio dad’s Aquaman, allowing me to breathe underwater and communicate with fish.

Mireille: My bio mom is Black Canary, and I inherited her sonic scream. It’s nice, but I gotta be careful not to scream when I get angry.

Aurore: She’s broken a lot of windows. So, as for how we got together. We were both new to DuPont, and got placed in the Hero Class. It was sort of a program made so we, as the second generation of heroes, could keep an eye on the Villain Class.

Mireille: They’re more chaotic neutral than chaotic evil, but we still keep tabs.

Aurore: Anyway, she had no idea who my dad was yet, so when she saw me at the bottom of the pool one day, she, without hesitation, jumped in, and brought me up for air.

Mireille: I was embarrassed.

Aurore: I was flattered, and I wouldn’t mind her saving me again. You know, from something that can actually kill me. The gesture was sweet, though.

Mireille: I got my favorite top wet.

Aurore: All in the name of love.

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

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You’re Dead

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word count: 919

AU - Jazz had always been gifted. So gifted she was the only one in her family who could see ghosts and help them move on. (Danny can still become Phantom if you want) @summerssixecho

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Jazz had always been gifted. 

And not just in the way that everyone thought. Sure, she was smart. She did all sorts of presentations and speeches at school and she tutors a couple different kids. She even had her eyes on the Ivy League schools. But no, that’s not what she means by gifted. 

Her parents studied ghosts for a living. They’ve been at it for twenty years, still going strong even though they themselves had never seen a ghost before. It was something they believed so fully that no matter how much Jazz tried to convince them otherwise, they would never budge. 

She just didn’t want her parents to know they were right. 

Jazz had been able to see ghosts all her life. It was some innate ability she had been born with. She never, ever wanted her parents to find out about it though. 

They always told her and Danny stories about what they’d do to the ghosts if they ever caught them. About how they’d perform all sorts of tests, tear them apart molecule by molecule. It had scared Jazz growing up. It scared Danny even more. 

So she resolved to never let her parents find out that ghosts were real. All the ghosts that Jazz saw on a regular basis were all nice. They usually wanted to be left alone. She didn’t know where her parents were getting these ideas from, that ghosts were inherently bad. They were supposed to be scientists but didn’t seem to wait for any proof before they came to their conclusions. 

They continued to work on their life project, the ghost portal. It didn’t work the first time they tried turning it on. But one day when they went down to the lab to look over their schematics again, it had miraculously been turned on. 

It’s the only machine Jazz can say with total certainty actually worked. 

Ghosts were coming out of the portal left and right. Most of them went right back into the ghost zone once they found out how hard it actually was to interact with the living world. There were some that came and managed to find ways to cause trouble though. 

It had been months since the portal opened and everything had been pretty normal. Her parents still didn’t find proof that ghosts actually existed beyond the ghost portal being on. 

She was walking home from school one day when she saw something that made her heart nearly stop in her chest. 

There was a ghost across the street that looked suspiciously like her little brother. 

What could have possibly happened to him? He was alive and well this morning when they left for school. What could have possibly happened since then? What could have gone wrong in such a little amount of time?

She ran across the street towards him, ignoring the cars that had been driving down the road. He made eye contact with her and looked confused before looking down at himself. When he looked back up at her he looked panicked. 

She never told him that she could see ghosts. It was a secret she kept only to herself, if only to keep it away from her parents. 

“Danny! What’s going on? What happened to you? Why are you…”

She was out of breath and was breathing hard. She could tell he’s trying to think of something to say. He looked away from her and scratched the back of his neck. 

“I, uh, nothing. I’m fine! There’s nothing wrong.”

“But you’re… you’re…” Jazz didn’t want to say the words. Didn’t want to speak them out loud. 

“I’m what?”

Tears welled up in her eyes. 

“You’re dead!”

Danny stared at her for a moment. His fists clenched and unclenched. “No I’m not.”

“Look at you!” She gestured at him, his white hair and green eyes. “You’re not the same. You’re different. You’re a ghost!” 

“No I’m not. Ghosts don’t exist, Jazz.”

“Yes they do! I’ve been able to see them all my life! That’s why I know you’re lying to me!”

Shock crossed his face before he schooled his expression again. “Whatever… Whatever prank you’re playing on me isn’t funny, Jazz. I’m gonna go hang out with Sam and Tucker.”

He started walking away from her and she didn’t have the strength to follow after him. 

How hard was he in denial? What had even happened? 

She didn’t go right home that day. She meandered her way through town until it was time to be home for dinner. She wanted to put off the news soon enough. Surely her parents must’ve been told what had happened already. 

She walked in through the front door and dropped her backpack on the floor solemnly. She made her way toward the kitchen where she could hear her parents shuffling around and talking together. Why didn’t they sound upset?

Jazz raised her head to look at them and her eyes widened in shock.

Standing in front of her was her brother, alive and human looking, setting the table. 

“Danny?” She squeaks. 

“Jazz?” He says back to her, mockingly.

They get ready for dinner. When Jazz sat down to eat, she sat in stunned silence. 

She didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t know how her brother could be both alive and dead. But that didn’t matter to her. At least he was still sort of alive. 

No. The only thing that mattered to her was her parents. 

They could never find out ghosts were real.

[okamikami1996]

A True Horror Story

I have a story. It's not Halloween anymore, but I still think it's interesting enough to post...

This all started when I was back in California. I had watched a few movies and wanted to try out the Ouija Board. Stupid, fun stuff you do because it's only a movie. None of it is real, right? Thing is, I love scary movies, for some odd reason, I still do. In any case, I tried out the Ouija Board. I bought it from Barnes & Nobles of all places, took it home, and when my parents, my sister-- everyone-- was out of the house, I took it out and began to ask it questions. I know, I know, usually you do this with a group of friends, right? Problem is, I had almost no friends at the time. I was in a period when I was feeling depressed, and most everything I did, I did alone. The only other living being with me at the time was my dog.

I began with the usual shtick: "Is there anyone here who wishes to communicate?" You know, the usual shit, right? Well, it goes to "Yes". The thing is, I wasn't really expecting anything to happen. Yes, I know the theory behind the Ouija Board. Everyone is trying to keep their fingers still, but the oculus still moves because either our fingers aren't ever completely still or because a good friend (who is also in the circle) wanted to scare the shit out of everyone else.

Again, I'm all alone. So, halfway intrigued, halfway thinking my fingers are doing this on their own, I ask some questions. My dog was trying very hard to remove my fingers from the board. He kept nudging me and whining, and would sometimes knock the oculus off the board with his nose. I always went and picked it up and kept playing with the spirit board. I even apologized to the "spirit", if you can believe it. What can I do? I've been raised to be polite to everyone, plus I hate feeling rude. Anyhow, the "spirit's" name was something simple, "John" or something. To be honest, I can't remember the name anymore. As they continuously listened to my questions, I became more and more convinced that I was talking to a spirit. My family came home and I quickly cut the link.

Another night, I was alone. Completely alone, in fact. My family had gone away for a weekend-long trip somewhere. It was for my sister's sports activity. First thing I do when I have the time is break out the spirit board. I again start with the usual stuff, "Is there anyone who wishes to communicate?" Again, a spirit moves the oculus to "yes".

I ask, "Are you the same spirit from last time?"

"Yes."

I ask, "Why are you here?"

Before anyone says anything, I know you usually ask things about your own life (Does my crush like me? Will I get into an ivy league school?), but I was more interested in this person. Why them? Why were they here? In my house? They started talking about a flood of some sort, and so I looked up floods in the area. For some odd reason, I got a couple floods that had to do with the supernatural. I was like, "Huh. Didn't see that coming." I also didn't think much of it. I mean, the internet has been tracking what we eat, buy, and look up for a while now. I thought that because I bought the Ouija Board and looked up how to use it, that maybe that was why is brought up something supernatural.

I continued to question the spirit, but then my dog came in again. He nudged under my arm, trying to get my attention. I thought he wanted to be petted, so I disregarded him.

"Don't worry. I play with you in a minute, I promise."

Then, something strange happens. The oculus moves to "z" then to "o", then to "6". "zo" "6". "zo" "6". I'm not completely ignorant, I know about 666. Needless to say, I was freaked. But like a deer in headlights, I just watched the oculus drag across from "z" to "o" a few times before going again to the six. I probably sat there for a few minutes before my dog got my attention again. This time he was barking. I snapped out of my stupor and yelled,

"Any spirits who wish to do me or anyone in this house harm are not welcome here! Go away!" and moved the oculus to "end".

Later, I was scared and looked up "zo" on the internet. I knew what 666 meant, but was curious about why the spirit was so interested in "zo". There was nothing when I typed in "zo". So I tried typing it in twice. Zo. Zo. Zozo, a demon who is contacted through the Ouija Board. I knew that sometimes mean spirits could be contacted, that's why I always started with, "Any spirits who would do harm are not welcome", but a demon who dedicated its time to people using a spirit board..? Did not see that coming. Obviously, I was freaked. I'm Jewish, so I got out my Star of David (Since I have no cross) and burned a bunch of herbs. I went around the house saying whatever prayers I knew (not that there was a lot that I knew, I'm not the religious type nor the type to believe in demons or ghosts) and I even tried that one prayer you hear in movies all the time. You know, "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name"..? That one.

I don't know if it helped, but I do know that my Uncle-- most reasonable, logical, math-loving guy in the world-- didn't want to be in the house alone after that whenever he visited.

A year or two later, my family moves to New York. A few months ago, I had a strange experience that brought back all of this in my mind. I had not thought about the spirit board (now rotting in some dump somewhere back in California) since I had tried to chase the "demon" or whatever out.

That night when I woke up to a feeling of utter dread, sometimes it happens-- waking up in the middle of the night from a sound-- however, my house is old and things creak and groan and go bump! in the night. I never think much of it, sometimes it'll startle me awake, but there's no dread, no fear, no need to worry about my safety. This night... this night was different.

I woke up feeling incredibly afraid, I didn't know why, but I felt as though something was in the room with me. I thought maybe I had a nightmare or something. I always remember my dreams, but sometimes I don't remember everything. I don't know why, but I was intent on pretending that I was asleep. I tried to keep my breaths even, didn't move, didn't open my eyes. I could only hope that whatever I was feeling in my room couldn't smell fear, because I was terrified. I felt like something would happen if I acknowledged what was in the room with me.

A part of me thought that it was nothing, but no matter what, my body refused to do anything but feign sleep. Then, I heard the totally mistakable sound of something making it's way across my floor. 1 step. 2 step. 3 step. I say mistakable because, again, my house is old. It creaks and groans all the time. It stops right at the side of my bed. My back is to it. Then, I feel hot breath on my ear... Have you ever had a horse breath on you? This felt similar. Something was breathing on me. My hair was moving each time it breathed out. It was hot, like it had come from something living.

To my credit, I kept still. Desperate to continue to feign sleep. I thought maybe it would loose interest if I did. Nope. I felt it move from my neck, to my face, to my ear, and then, it snarled at me!

I've never heard anything so menacing before. It was like a lion or wolf or some horrible, big animal was just letting loose in my ear! I was absolutely terrified. My breath stopped and eventually it stopped roaring at me. Somehow, I had managed to keep my eyes closed (though they were squeezed shut now instead or playing possum), I had managed not to bolt from my room (and into Mommy's room), and I hadn't screamed. For some reason, it left. I didn't hear the door open, didn't hear the footsteps, no shuffling, no noise. It was as though nothing was in the room at all. I finally opened my eyes and let out the breath I had been holding.

After everything, I felt angry. Something had come into my room and scared the shit out of me. My house is my sanctuary, the place where I should always feel safe. I sure as hell didn't that night. The next night, still boiling, I said to my empty room:

"This is my room, my house, my rules. You do not get to come in here and bully me however the **** you like! You will not come back, you are not welcome here! You WILL get gone, and stay gone. Are we clear?"

Was this all a dream? Was the thing with the spirit board real? Was I completely loosing it or maybe I just wanted something exciting to happen so my brain concocted this entire thing? Was I stressed? Or... was it all real? Is there something else that humans can't explain and can't touch or capture out there? I don't know. For now, I haven't been bothered by my unwelcome guest again. Was it because I told a spirit off or did I tell my imagination that it wasn't allowed to step out of line?

In any case, I hope you enjoyed my scary story. After all, the best scary stories are the true ones, right?

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Spencer Richards Species: Spellcaster Occupation: Apprentice / Bartender (The Raven) Age: 28 Years Old Played By: Meg Face Claim: Courtney Eaton

"Trust me! This works 100% of the time, almost every time."

Spencer Richards thought it was a particularly funny joke of her father’s to keep the name ‘Spencer’ for her even after the baby boy they were expecting turned out to be a baby girl instead. It was clear to her that the family legacy laid squarely on her shoulders, whether she was the Golden Son or the Golden Daughter. She was the only child of Natasha and Jack Richards, and she would spend her entire life attempting to fit in a pair of shoes that were never even meant for her. 

In her attempts to prove herself, Spencer spent most of her childhood over-achieving in every avenue she could. She was a straight-A student, her after-school hours overflowed with extracurriculars that she excelled at, and the mantle above the family fireplace became cluttered with sports and music and academic trophies. And still, her father’s face was as impassive as the day she was born. Not impressed. Not enough. 

As she grew into her teen years, she pushed herself even harder, foregoing much socializing with her own age group. Spencer was the Valedictorian of her high school class, captain of a champion soccer team, and had early admission to several Ivy League schools. But, it wasn’t until she had a meltdown between finals, college admissions, and states in her senior year and blew out every window in the kitchen that her father’s impassive face changed to something resembling interest.

Her parents sat down and explained the real family history to her. Magic. Real magic. The Richards weren’t exactly an all-powerful magical family, but they had roots in this town - this magical town - and they had some power. The weekly parents club they disappeared to every Friday? Yeah, that was the neighborhood coven meetup, actually. Despite her initial disbelief, she had to admit it explained a lot of weird crap about their town and her childhood. Her parents hadn’t expected the magic to pass from father to daughter - the now outdated belief was that it only inherited from father to son - so they had never told her. But now she knew the real way to curry favor with her impassive father. 

Spencer accepted her early admission to Cambridge, following a recommendation from her father to learn the basics of magic and its history amongst the storied halls in England. She studied the Classics, giving her a good excuse to be around the oldest books in the library. Her relationship with her father bloomed like never before with an ocean between them, and they bonded over the study of magic like she had never been able to bond with him before. With his help, and her impressive resume, she was able to secure an Apprenticeship with a powerful Sorcerer upon her return to Wicked’s Rest four years later. 

Aramais Castor was a notable Sorcerer in the community. He was powerful, extremely adept at magic, and had wide-reaching connections amongst the entire supernatural community. It was, perhaps, the proudest her Father had ever been of her - and she graduated Suma Cum Laude from Cambridge. It was to be the next fantastical step in her magical journey - to learn the arcane secrets of the cosmos, and become the most powerful witch of her line. 

In reality? Spencer has spent the last four years as little more than a glorified personal assistant to Mr. Castor. He is undoubtedly the most skilled wizard she’d ever seen, and his knowledge of the arcane surely rivaled that of Merlin himself. But, he was no great teacher. He kept her too busy running cryptic or mundane errands, or tidying his impressive gothic row home in Nightfall Grove to actually teach her anything. Her parents were absolutely ecstatic about her long-standing working relationship with Aramais, though, thinking she was becoming his right hand - and she intended to keep it that way.  

Of course, the universe had other ideas. It was a lesson in transmutation gone horribly, horribly wrong that turned the great Aramais Castor into an adorably fluffy gray-haired guinea pig. Spencer wasn’t even entirely sure how it happened, which made the process of de-guinea pigging vastly more complicated. Apparently to counter a spell, you have to know exactly what spell you’re trying to reverse. Go figure. 

In her desperation to maintain the façade of the successful right-hand to the Great Aramais Castor to her parents, the lies just started spinning out of control after that. She moved into his home full time, to take care of the guinea pig and to cover her increasingly elaborate lies. She picked up a job bartending at The Raven to help cover some of the bills and to keep tabs on the magical community. 

People were constantly calling on Aramais for his services, and to keep up the ruse and keep suspicions low, she had started answering some of those calls on his behalf. If anyone came by in person, she introduced herself as his assistant, the guinea pig as Mr. Maisy Magic-Pants, and explained that Mr. Castor was out of town at the moment but had left her instructions to fulfill this specific request. She didn’t know how long this fragile house of cards could stand, but she was determined, smart, and willing to do anything to keep her secret. 

Character Facts:

Personality: Confident, high-strung, overachiever, sarcastic, dedicated, scrappy, loner, secretive

Spencer specializes in alchemy magic, having deemed it the most intellectually rigorous branch of magic and devoting herself to its study. 

She has taken to calling the guinea pig Mr. Maisy Magic Pants - an iteration that devolved from Aramais, to Maisy, to eventually - Mr. Maisy Magic Pants. 

Thanks to Aramais’ work with many of the supernatural folks around town, Spencer has a good sense of the various sects within Wicked’s Rest. Whether or not she can convincingly keep up those working relationships is another story. 

She has studied all of the local magical phenomena closely, being well-versed on local supernatural flora and fauna. 

Since turning her teacher into a guinea pig, Spencer has been obsessively studying guinea pig care best practices as diligently as she would study magic. If she can ever turn him back, she doesn’t want him to be able to say she didn’t take excellent care of him. She’s been spending a lot of time at the local pet store.

She works most nights at The Raven, the spellcaster bar in Nightfall Grove. Having never really partied or drank in her life, she’s kind of a terrible bartender, but she works hard and the owner owed Aramais a favor. 

[mrmicron]

Golden Child (Chapter 1)

This is my first time posting a story that is split into chapters on here. I’m not sure if this will gain any attention, but it wouldn’t hurt to see if it does. There may be some grammatical errors and linguistic errors as well, so feel free to message me and tell me in the ways I messed up! The languages this chapter will contain is Mexican Spanish (with translations provided by my Mexican ride-or-die!) and American English. It might include others, but for the majority of the story line, it’s those two. 

I would love to be able to turn this into a comic eventually, but I’d either have to find an artist to collab with or work on my art skills lol. This is intended for a Young-Adult audience, so anyone under 14, please DNI

Word Count: 1302

All characters are original. Any relations to a person are purely coincidental. 

CW: Mentions of Sexual Harassment, Implied Abusive Relationships, Light Sexual Themes, Violence Against Others, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm, Cursing, Attempted Suicide

 DNI if you are sensitive to these topics

The sound of an alarm woke me from my deep sleep. I groaned into my pillow as I rolled over, swatting my hand around to turn off the annoyance. After a few attempts, I proved successful and turned back into my covers. But, my sleep was short-lived as footsteps approached my door. “Awake from your coma Sleeping Beauty,” called a feminine voice, light, and teasing. I knew it was my mom, so I ignored it. The click of the doorknob reverberated through the room, and something hard hit my back. I yelped and turned around. “What the hell?!” My mom stood a few feet away from me, her arms crossed across her chest, a frown on her face. “You heard me. And I heard the alarm go off, then it stopped. Besides, you have school today mija.” Hispanic moms are something else, and I’m not planning on starting off the day with a sore ass. “Sì Mamì…” I mumbled, sliding out of my comfort space. She turned towards the door and sighed. “Children these days, no respect.” As she headed downstairs, I grabbed my uniform and went into the bathroom to shower. I’d be starting a new school today, for the third time. Apparently, it was the best school in the state, AKA, my last chance. Marie-Jane Academia for the Gifted. It was a private school with a low acceptance rate, and if you were enrolled, you had a guaranteed shot of getting into an Ivy League School. All the more reason for me to go, right? Wrong. It was totally against my will, but seeing as it was my last choice, I had no say. The warm water ran down my body and I released a sigh. My hands ran through my hair, scrubbing the previous day’s filth from my scalp.

After I stepped out of the shower, it didn’t take long for me to dress. Since Marie-Jane is a uniform school, I wouldn’t have to try and figure out what to wear. Although I hated not having creative expression for my clothes, it did feel nice to not throw on some random clothing from my laundry hamper, which I prayed was clean. The smell of bacon drifted into my nose, and my body just moved. I bounded down the stairs, sliding into the kitchen on wheels. A small orange bottle flew through the air and I caught it, quickly popping open the lid and grabbing a small red pill. I tossed it into my mouth and swallowed it dry. It had become routine, me taking my suppressants, that I can just swallow it dry. Mamì slid the last of the eggs from the pan onto my plate. My lunch box sat next to my breakfast. “Buenos Dìaz my beautiful daughter,” she cooed, resting her elbows on the counter as I slid into my seat at the kitchen island. “Morning Mom…” I replied hesitantly before picking up a piece of bacon. Chewing slowly, I kept my gaze on the plate below me. What could she want from me this morning? It’s only 7. “Mija, you're aware this is the last school you can attend, correct?”  Her tone made me feel like I was 7 again, which pissed me off. “I’m well aware, actually. I didn’t want to go there, but alas, I’ve been enrolled,” I replied sarcastically, crunching on my bacon once again. Damn, this is burnt. Eyebrows furrowing, mom pulled the plate towards her. “Don’t make me throw something at you. You’ll go to school with a welt in the shape of a shoe.” She waited a few moments before pushing the food back to me. Sighing, I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Yes ma’am.” Well, now I wasn’t hungry, but still choked down and swallowed the rest. I wasn’t looking forward to my commute to school. It was a 20 minute drive, and knowing my rusty car, it would probably break down on the way. Can’t complain though, at least I have some mode of transportation besides a bike. Grabbing my keys and hat, I opened the door. “Heading out now!” I called, stepping out. “Try not to run any pedestrians over this time,” she responded, chuckling. “No promises.”

My car shook from the intensity of the bass from my speakers as I belted along with the music playing loudly. Singing gave me a sense of tranquility and calmed my nerves down a bit. I rarely have first day jitters, but apparently, since this school is my last option, my mind wants to fill itself with the worst possible scenarios. I made a promise to my mom, and my previous school’s counselor that I would try to be on my best behavior. Now that I think about it, that was a bad idea. I will definitely fight someone here, but who? That’s to be determined for my future. As I rounded the corner a block away, my eyes widened at the glistening building before me. I knew my school would be rich, but damn, it’s a whole apartment complex. I was to move into the dorms here, per my mother’s demand. Maybe more space to crochet. We could leave campus whenever, as long as we came back before curfew, which just means we can’t leave our buildings past 11. That wouldn’t be an issue since I don’t plan on leaving campus besides visiting Mami. The main building sat in the front, which also made it hard to miss. I was almost blinded by the damn thing. Students were trickling in slowly by the time I parked. Adjusting my tie, I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and walked through the double doors. Voices echoed through the corridor as groups of students, ranging from 9th to 12th, chatted amongst themselves. “Where’s the damn office…” I mumbled softly, looking around. My eyes caught on a person waving, and at first, I thought they were waving at someone else, so I ignored them. But then they called my name. “Ashton! Over here!” I snapped my head back to see them walking over, a smile on their face. Eventually, they stopped a few inches from me, extending their hand. I took in his facial features. Skin as pale as a porcelain doll, lips as red as a geisha, hair as black as the night sky. All I could think was, ‘He’s beautiful.’ “I’m Indria, but everyone calls me Indie. I’ll be your guide for today.” He smiled brightly. As we shook hands, I tilted my head. “Well you already know my name, so where to go first?”

Indie talked a lot, more than I was used to. As he talked, I found out his whole life story within 5 minutes. It was a lot of information in such a short amount of time, but that didn’t stop him. Eventually, we arrived at my first period, which I wasn’t even paying attention to how we got there in the first place. “Well, here’s your stop! What’s your number, so I can be of assistance anytime.” He hands me his phone and I wearily type in my number. Yes, it was for a good reason, but nonetheless, it was weird how forward he was. Once I was done, he sent me a text to make sure it was my number and smiled brightly. “It was nice meeting you Ashton! Feel free to message me if you need anything else.” He then walked away, and I watched until he was out of sight. This school was already going to be a pain in my ass, but I wasn’t sure how yet. It just was. The classroom buzzed with students talking to one another, so the majority of my first period was already inside. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

[3wisellamas]

Deltarune Halloween Prompts Day 24: Creepypasta

(Sorry this one's a little late, stuff...happened. ^^; But, I kinda wanted to post this one with today's anyway, so it worked out!)

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"...Berdly? Are you okay?" Noelle looked at the bluebird on the front steps, panting and with sweat glistening on the tips of his feathers, like he'd just run completely across town. "We, um, said we'd study together tomorrow afternoon..."

"Didn't you get my email?!"

"Uh...I don't think so?"

Berdly looked up at her, disappointed, but tried his best not to show it. He didn't have time to coach her on the proper points of checking one's email every few minutes in case an unsolicited invitation from an ivy league school came in; rather, he cut right to the chase. "I need to use your console to play Dragon Blazers!"

Tilting her head to the side curiously, Noelle led him inside, to where she kept her games. "I thought you had your own console?"

"I ditched it when I upgraded to the Gamestation 360! You know I can't play without achievements or my Playertag, how else would I be able to prove what a superior gamer I am?!" He cleared his throat. "But, well...I have a need to play the older version, and I knew just the doe to help me! I accept your 'You're welcome's in advance!" Smirking, he ignored the dirty look Noelle shot him as she started up the game, and pulled over her laptop to finish the blog post she'd been writing when she'd been interrupted.

"Oh, good idea! I'll need to use your laptop too, to make sure I'm doing this right!" Sighing, Noelle saved her draft and passed it along, so that Berdly could show her that email that had been so important.

"So...you want to try recreating this story you found?"

"I couldn't have said it better myself, my dear Noelle! Except...I kind of did," he replied, clicking the link he'd included.

The web page opened to a listing of stories, rather difficult to read in red text on a black background, but Noelle read down to the one Berdly pointed to. "Drowned Elf Boy, Space Kaiju...these are all about video games?" She snickered, passing the laptop back to him. "These are...just creepypastas, Berdly. I've read all of them a million times!"

"Really?! I-I'm amazed you're so cultured, but then, we geniuses usually are!" Berdly finally found the one he wanted, letting Noelle see. "I found this one last night, and HAD to try it out!"

He'd opened an older story about Dragon Blazers, and it didn't take Noelle long to recognize its contents, nor the author, "holidaygirl1225."

"Um...Berdly?"

"Yes, I know it's probably a long shot, but if we could find whatever the author was talking about, it could be an amazing discovery! And we'd get all the credit!" All too late, though, Berdly realized the flaw in his plan, as he started a new game and watched three entire minutes of opening cutscenes. "Oh no, wait...this is in the ice area, isn't it? That's over six hours into the game..."

"Oh! Hang on a second!" Noelle held out her hand, motioning for Berdly to hand her the controller, and she loaded her old save file right outside the area. "I...still have this."

"You kept a file here?!" His eyes wide, Berdly looked up at her with new appreciation. "You must've known this area had its secrets! That's why you're the smartest person I know, aside from myself of course!"

"Of course..." Deciding it'd be best not to let on exactly why she had the file, Noelle watched as Berdly tried retracing the creepypasta author's steps, getting more frustrated with each moment his character spent lost in the icy maze. "It's not working! They must've copied these directions wrong, or deliberately made it so you couldn't follow them..."

"Here, let me try." Again, Berdly handed off the controller, and Noelle reloaded her save to start from scratch. Taking a few moments to remember the steps, she made her way through the maze, but as she did so the realization of what she was doing hit her, and yet again she panicked, going down instead of up at the end.

"Oh...whoops, I guess that wasn't it!" She passed the controller back to Berdly. "You can try again, but I guess it's impossible."

"Yeah..." Sighing, Berdly made a few more attempts, but then gave up, switching off the console. "Guess it was just a made-up story after all. Oh well! I'll go see if there's any secrets in Dragon Blazers VII, or at least get that 'No Damage on Any Boss' achievement I've been working on!"

Once he left, Noelle booted the game again, going through the maze just as she had a few minutes before, the only difference being her going up instead of down, and there it was. Pushing down the reflex to scream and shut off the game just like when she was a kid, she approached the gray door, checking it, poking it, prodding it, trying every way she could think of to open it, but without the key she was once again stuck.

"Someday..." Making sure her save file was still in place, she shut off the game.

[qocsuing]

THE ABANDONED HUSBAND DOMINATES Chapter 2

In order to answer calls from customers anytime, Jordan wore a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and he was now listening to a song by a band called ‘Beyond.’To get more news about The Abandoned Husband Dominates, you can visit innread.com official website.

Listening to the contemporary melody, Jordan recalled the time when he first met with Hailey three years ago…

Jordan was born into the wealthiest and most prestigious family in the world. The world only knew of mysterious families like the Rothschild, DuPont and Morgan families.

However, no one knew that the most mysterious family of them all was actually the Steeles.

The Steeles’ assets amounted to more than 100 billion dollars, but they kept an extremely low profile and their family was not even listed on the list of tycoons.

They also educated their descendants differently from others.

Jordan’s grandfather paid great attention to the nurturing and education of children of his family.

For example, Jordan had been learning martial arts at the same time as instruments like the piano and violin since the age of five.

At eighteen, he had already completed a four-year business school course at an Ivy League university.

In order to train Jordan’s character, Jordan’s grandfather arranged for him to become the live-in son-in-law of the Camdens, a second-tier family in Orlando!

The Camdens had humiliated Jordan for the past three years, but he endured and bore with it to finish the three-year test!

He thought he would go home tonight and tell his wife the truth about him being a billionaire but unfortunately…

“Hah, Hailey Camden, I wonder how you’d react when you find out my true identity one day!” “Your father, Benedict Camden, takes me for free labor and makes me do all the arduous and filthy tasks which caused me to be injured several times. All the hard-earned money that I spent on my medical expenses, I earned by delivering takeout!”

“Haha, how dare you mention divorce to me? Don’t blame me for not reminding you, but after the divorce, you won’t be able to live in a large apartment that has a floor area of several hundred square meters or drive an Audi!”

[gimletagain]

“‘I had a very A-list person call me when I commented on Meghan Markle before the Oprah interview and said to me: "Can you please take down what you said, they can barely stand up in Frogmore Cottage and they can't afford their security,"' Bethenny recalled.”

From the DM regarding Bethany ripping Meghan to shreds on her podcast. She’s essentially confirming they were broke to start with. So if they were broke in Canada and couldn’t afford their security then… and bought a 14 mil mansion (with a roughly 40-60k a month mortgage- not including upkeep) and are paying for security, her outrageously expensive wardrobe, a staff and God only knows what else. Even with their deals they are living far above their means.

The Lost Fortune of the Tsars is a fascinating read about the Russian royal family and what happened to their money after they died. I read it for the first time when I was 21 mostly because I have always been curious about Tsar Nicholas II and his family and I wanted to know what insights it held about what happened to them, but I gained insight to another side that had never even crossed my mind. The Tsar was one of the richest people in the world, but the majority of that wealth counted land and what are now historical landmarks that he essentially owned as head of state. His money was otherwise tied up in stocks of foreign banks at war, etc. The thing that stood out the most to me in the whole book though (and the thing I’ve never forgotten) is how all of the extended family royals who fled and lived in exile in England were constantly bailed out of debt by the British Royal family. The BRF essentially kept their lifestyle afloat, but the Russian Royals were otherwise broke.

Despite the duos resourcefulness, I’m calling this now: this same thing will happen with these two.

Thank you for this thoughtful ask.

I think every time they cry “poor” they’re definitely exaggerating as they’re prone to histrionics, as we all know. They were never not able to afford security if they were remotely serious about actually needing it instead of using this issue as a leverage to deliberately paint a picture of how cruel the RF has been to them. People actually concerned with security would never bring a reporter on a school run that has some details or release any photos of their kids, even side profiles. There are a lot of very famous celebrities with children that we literally have no idea what they look like. The fact that we know Archie goes to a part-day school somewhere in her neighborhood with other kids is problematic - they’re in a tiny town. I’m sure I could google and figure out where he goes, and she herself revealed all of that information to a reporter. So much for being security obsessed.

The problem is, as you noted, they’re not liquid. They don’t have the type of money they can fling around at their disposal like other billionaires. And that realllly bothers them. That’s what all of their tantrums have been about … and the deals that they make are a big FU to say, see, I can make my own millions too! But now they’re discovering just how hard it is to get up and work every day to deliver a finished product. They’re in an especially difficult spot, since other content makers with deals have some history of work, even if it’s not in media. Obamas worked their entire lives, in and outside of politics, have Ivy League law degrees. Others have produced, acted in, written, starred in award winning shows, plays, or podcasts. What do they know how to do? Literally nothing. He was at best the “face” of a popular European charity initiative modeled after Wounded Warriors with a whole team of royal staff propping it up; she was a c list actress with a remarkable knack for self-promotion. So what you’re seeing now is just that - two empty people only capable of spinning their own PR wheels to mixed results.

All of this is coming to a head now and I believe that it will be the breaking point in their marriage- when they finally see that they aren’t mogul material. They’ll blame each other and it’ll fall apart in less than 5 years. Both of them will seek refuge in where they should’ve never strayed from - he’ll go back to his family and she’ll either find an influencer type role that feeds her ego or marry some rich old guy with a private jet she can use any time she wants.

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After Hours

↳ Armitage Summer Splash, Nr.9 Trope: Coffee Shop Prompt: "You've never cared about me. Only yourself" RA Character: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader, Modern AU Warnings: None Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Well, I don't know what this is, all I know is that I was rushing and I was excited. I've not written for him before at all, so go easy on me. I'm very insecure about this piece, but here it is. Hope it will be somewhat enjoyable. And also, thank you so much @i-did-not-mean-to for encouraging me and believing in me. Love you tons!

Why you had agreed to this disaster in the making, you couldn’t tell, but when the dark-haired bundle of muscle and unruly gruff finally arrived – an hour late as per usual – you realised it no longer mattered.

It wasn’t surprising either when you caught yourself sporting a self-indulgent look of smugness while watching the star quarterback stroll past the group of cheerleaders and otherwise swooning girls that stalked his every move with dreamy eyes and wishful sighs – made even better by the fact that Thorin appeared to be completely oblivious to it all – as he made his way towards the counter where you were waiting for him. You had to admit, it felt good being the sole reason for his being there. Not to mention, it would give them all something to talk about, even if they didn’t know the full story as to why Thorin kept meeting you at the café where you worked at precisely – a good hour later – 5pm every day.

Having long decided that you weren’t going to be one of those girls, you quickly replaced your smug grin with a slightly annoyed expression, after all – he was late.

“Hey,” Thorin greeted you with his usual half-smile, half-smirk, otherwise known as the lady charmer, that was fool-proof and bound to work on any female in the near vicinity. Except for you, that is.

“You’re late again, Thorin,” you offered him an unimpressed look while reaching for a clean mug to fill it with freshly pressed coffee. No milk and two sugars; you could thank your lucky stars that he wasn’t one of those coffee-snobs who somehow always managed to make complete fools out of themselves by using words they barely knew or understood and subjecting themselves to trendy drinks they’d otherwise find repulsive. No, Thorin was into the classics.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Coach wanted to talk after practice,” he sighed, a formless shadow descending upon his sun-kissed features, making him appear somewhat thoughtful, regretful even.

“Bad news?” you asked as you placed the steaming hot cup of coffee in front of his now sulking frame.

Although football wasn’t necessarily the one thing Thorin was most passionate about, he still enjoyed it, and judging by the looks of him now, something must have gone wrong. It couldn’t have been that bad though, he was too good to be taken off the team or even benched for the season for whatever reasons, so it had to be something else. A healthy rivalry among teammates gone too far? Early practice drills when normally half the town would still be snoozing?

“I’ve been offered varsity captain,” Thorin mumbled while avoiding meeting your questioning gaze.

Varsity captain was a huge deal, the kind that often came with scholarships and Ivy League Schools. While Thorin wasn’t interested in becoming the new poster boy for Princeton, he was in sore need of those scholarships. His foster parents had been good to him, but they lacked the funds to lend Thorin a helping hand in terms of college tuition.

“And that’s bad?” you raised an eyebrow, not understanding why he was acting as if someone had just told him his entire life was over when in fact it was getting brighter by the minute.

Slowly, almost begrudgingly, Thorin met your gaze. He looked very serious and almost mournful, the complete opposite of how a guy should look like after being offered varsity captain.

“Means I’ll have no time for music,” he said at last, his dark eyes watching and waiting for your reaction. Music had been the reason behind you starting to meet at your workplace after school to begin with, naturally Thorin thought you wouldn’t be too thrilled about his latest accomplishment on the football field when he had spent the better half of the first semester trying to talk you into mentoring him, after which you had warned him that he wouldn’t be able to do both things at once. Or do them well, for that matter.

Your heart sank against your will once you realized where he was going with this. You had known better than to ever dream that he’d pick music – you – over football if it ever came down to it. As passionate as Thorin was about music, he found himself pressured to lead the kind of life that was expected of him, and no one expected or even suspected him of being interested in music, let alone humbly dreaming of making a life out of it.

But what broke your heart even more was the devastating realization that he wasn’t even going to try and make it work, hence the guilty gleam in his brown eyes. He was going to sacrifice one for the other, just like any other sane and rational – impulsive and stupid – teenage boy would do, never mind the consequences or whose feelings might get hurt in the process.

“You’re unbelievable,” you breathed out while slowly shaking your head, a part of you still refusing to believe the madness he was knowingly subjecting himself to. His best years wasted and spent on doing something that would leave a bleeding hole in his heart.

“You don’t get it,” Thorin insisted, hoping that he’d be able to make you see things his way, or at least try and make you respect his decision however moronic you might think it to be.

“I’m pretty sure I do. You’re about to throw everything that you worked so hard for away at the slightest inconvenience. Instead of trying and putting effort into both things, you choose the easy way out by ditching one for the other,” you felt you couldn’t control yourself, the hurt had taken you by surprise and just like any smart girl, you knew the best defense was a very good offense.

“And what pisses me off the most is you don’t even love football!”

You hadn’t realized you were shouting until it was already too late. Half the café had heard you and would soon be tweeting about how Thorin Oakenshield, the best quarterback Erebor High had seen in decades, turned out to be blasphemous about the very thing that would secure his golden ticket out of their sorry excuse of a town.

Not only had you embarrassed Thorin – who looked positively taken aback by your sudden surge of fiery temper – in front of half the Pep Squad and other patrons, but you had also humiliated yourself at the place you worked and would probably continue to work long after Thorin had gone away for college. Provided your superiors would see fit to forgive you this little – horrific – incident.

“Look, I’m sorry, really I am,” Thorin tried to take your hand in his, but you moved yours away before he could reach it.

“Sorry? For wasting my time? For having me foolishly believe in you?” you demanded as you felt yourself surrender to another eruption of blind rage, caused by the bitter and foul betrayal of your so-called friend. Thankfully, you could restrain yourself enough to keep your voice down.

“You’ve never really cared about music or making it work. You’ve never cared about me. Only yourself,” your uttered words embodied the heartbreaking realization that made your stomach hurt, a heavy fist gripping your insides and pulling them whichever way was possible. What a little fool you had been after all, falling for his charm and empty platitudes, thinking he had been sincere when you should have known better.

You were worse than a walking and singing cliché.

You had expected there to be ‘I’m sorry’ texts and a couple of missed calls, maybe even a groveling voicemail or two. But there had been none of that. Nothing.

As days went by, you were suddenly faced with the harsh reality of how your life would look like without Thorin Oakenshield. The morning shift no longer rushed by, fueled by your excitement to see your friend – crush – and your afternoons were spent in deafening solitude, no longer filled with the hearty laughs of the dark-haired boy who dreamed of becoming a musician.

His sheet music laid untouched on your desk, devoid of his nearly undecipherable scribbles and remarks. The sweet and thoughtful notes remained a dark ink on white paper, unable to be heard and loved.

Had it really been your right to be this harsh with him, or had it been your wounded pride and heart that had lashed out irrationally without a single regard for the consequences of your petulant outburst. Who were you to tell him how he should or shouldn’t live his life when all you had ever done was mess up your own? How despicable you were for calling him selfish, how rich it must have sounded – the kettle calling the pot black.

With a sigh that spoke volumes of your inner disgust towards yourself, you closed the book and let it slip from your hands and onto your lap. Your eyes drifted to your cellphone, right there on your nightstand where you had left it after your previous debate of whether you should bite the bullet and call Thorin first.

What would you say anyway? I’m sorry for being a bitch? For being such a girl about it – that alone was enough to make you shiver in subtle loathing – when we both know it makes sense for you to see it through as varsity captain. I’m sorry for having thought there could be more between us? None of them sounded right, yet all of them were the truth.

 Were you scared? Ashamed? Worried that you might have lost the best thing to ever dare venture into the dumpster fire that was your life? Devastated because maybe you had already fallen for him and now there was no hope left?

All of the above.

Just as you had decided to take a break from your own personal pity-party and see if the next chapter of your book would manage to restore your will to live, the screen of your cell lit up with a picture of Thorin.

Reassuring yourself that a heart skipping a beat or two was not life threatening, you threw aside your book and reached for the cellphone.

The café was deserted, all the blinds had been lowered and drawn, and the majority of the lights were off save for the one directly above where Thorin was sitting on one of the barstools with his hand-me-down guitar on his lap. His expression was stone hard and unreadable when he motioned with his hand for you to take a seat at the table closest to him.

Confused as you were, but not about to disobey and ruin any luck of moving past your argument, you stiffly led yourself to your ordained seat while your eyes remained peeled on Thorin who held your gaze until he was certain you weren’t going to get up and storm out. Again.

A few nervous heartbeats later, he began to play his guitar, filling the dark and desolate café with a beautiful melody. It wasn’t one you had heard before and you had listened to them all which made you suspect that this one must be new and composed entirely without your help and expert guidance. It sounded lovely even as it bore faint hints of sadness and regret - that could have easily just been wishful thinking on your part.

And then Thorin Oakenshield began to sing. The usual gruff and edginess were replaced by a deep soft velvety voice that got the hairs on your arms rising in awe and a swarm of spring butterflies burst free from their timeless cocoons. His voice was filled with love and longing as he told the story of the girl with the beautiful gift, one she had tried to share with a silly boy who hadn’t been ready for her yet.

Fighting the tears that were beginning to sting your eyes was pointless, how could you resist when Thorin sang about the girl with the gentle soul and burning heart, whose love was a great vast ocean, so deep and wild; whose courage was an endless blue sky for as far as the eye could see; whose temper was a hot and bright blaze, wicked in its untamed ways. And how all the silly boy could do was try his best to keep up and not drown and pray that one day the girl might take pity on him and forgive him his ignorant ways, for despite his less than admirable actions, his heart too was longing and burning for hers.

 Hot tears of gratitude and relief trickled down your cheeks, your heart undeniably touched by his creative apology and thoughtful gesture, one that had ultimately left you speechless and fluttery, and wanting for more.

More songs, more love, more nights like this one and more of Thorin Oakenshield and that angelic voice he possessed.

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Thank you @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for organising the event!

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[writing-blog-iguess]

Hi, can I request a fluff and angst fanfic about Damian x female reader? In which they're into an engagement mainly for business, but Y/N was insecure about it because she's a chubby cinnamon roll (which she didn't realise at all), and she felt left out by the entire Bat family. And so, during a true or dare between entire Batfam and their friends, Jon asked for Damian's type and he reply almost like a hint about Y/N, leaving his teammates wanting to see Y/N. They did later saw her, but somehow one of them said they didn't know Damian would fall into love with this kind of girl, which hurt Y/N unconsciouy and she ended up wanting to end the engagement. Damian chased after her and calm her down with Harley and Ivy Poison stop by and scolding the entire Batfam and League of how much they made their little angel felt leftout and threaten dear Robin that they would hunt him down if he's not gonna say anything clearly!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I really like Harley Quinn and Ivy Poison!!!!

I'm so sorry for how long this took me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I read this request! Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy it!

Life wasn’t fair, she knew this. Had known this as she grew up. But there was a small part of her that hoped that life would go her way once she was old enough to make her own choices.

But that hope was stomped down when she started high school and her parents planned out her future. The only good thing she got out of it, was that she was allowed to pick her minor when it was time to start university.

Throughout the years, she avoided the questions from the press and her friends when she suddenly became friends with Damian Wayne. The only ones to know about the arranged marriage between the two, were her family and the Wayne’s.

It was in an agreement that when they finished school, they would announce their engagement.

There was nothing wrong with it, but as she started to get to know the Wayne’s, she felt a little out of place. Like there was an inside joke or something that she wasn’t allowed to know. She knew people had secrets, she even had secrets. But sometimes it hurts.

Laugher broke through her thoughts, blinking at her phone. She dialed a friend’s number and brought the phone to her ear. As she waited for them to pick up, she couldn’t help but overhear the group of boys’ conversation.

“I didn’t think he’d actually answer,” someone said, after his laughter died down.

“Well, the rules say he had to answer so,” another said with a shrug.

“I’m more surprised by the type of girls Damian’s into.” She frowned, and watched them from the corner of eye. They must be some of Damian’s friends, she thought.

“You mean like that?” someone asked, gesturing to her. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to them talk.

She hung her head as her mood soured as they continued talking. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the prettiest looking, but she never thought Damian would be so swallow to go for someone that wasn’t her.

“Pumpkin,” a voice said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I am,” she answered, shaking her head and shifting her eyes forward. “I uh, I’m going to have to do a rain check tonight. Something came up.”

“Sure, I’ll tell Red. Let us know when you can, okay?”

“I will, thanks Harls.”

Later that day, she stood in front of the mirror, turned to look at her body. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the skinniest or the prettiest person. But she liked to think her personality more then made up her looks.

And well, she never really talked to Damian about it. Why he had agreed to marry her, or at the least, broke it off if she wasn’t someone he wasn’t into.

She tugged her shirt down and sighed. Maybe it was time to end it. It’s been nine years since the start of the engagement, and it wasn’t fair to Damian for being sucked into her parents' deals.

Making up her mind, she brought out some paper and pen and began writing. Once she finished, she stuffed it in an envelope, along with the ring and sealed it. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her keys and left for Wayne Manor.

When she arrived, she spent a few minutes just sitting in the car, wondering if she’d have to talk to Damian. That was the last thing she needed, for him to talk her out of it.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards the door. She reached out and knocked on the door. She rocked on her feet as she waited, hoping Alfred would be the one to answer.

And her hopes were answered when she saw the family butler standing in the doorway. “Miss L/N, I wasn’t aware that you were dropping by. Shall I go announce that you’re here?”

“That’s okay Allred, I only came to drop something for Damian,” she answered with a small smile.

“I’m afraid he isn’t here at the moment,” he said, and she sighed in relief.

“That’s fine,” she said, and held up the envelope for him to take. “Can you, uh, can you give this to him when he gets back?”

Alfred frowned at the envelope she held, and she looked down. She was getting a little uncomfortable under his stare, and wondered if he'd say something that would change her mind.

“Of course,” he said, taking the envelope from her grasp. “Is there something you’d wish for me to tell him?”

“That’s okay,” she said, looking up to him. He gave her a sad smile and wondered if he knew what was inside. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around Alfred. And thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, Miss L/N. I hope to see you soon,” he replied. She hesitated and stepped forward to give him a hug. He tensed at first and returned it, squeezing her a little tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be missed.”

“Thanks.”

~~

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since she wrote the letter, two weeks of ignoring Damian’s attempts to talk. Two weeks of listening to her mother whine about the broken engagement, and her father’s belittling her about how she ruined everything. Two weeks of Harley and Ivy pestering her until she finally told them why.

“But you love him!” Harley exclaimed, moving to sit beside Y/N on the couch. “I don’t understand why you ended it, Pumpkin.”

Y/N rubbed her face and sighed, wishing they would just drop it. But they didn’t and kept going. “Because look at me!” she finally snapped. Moving off the couch, she faced the two and gestured to herself.

“I don’t look like someone Damian would marry! I’m not pretty or…or…I’m not a supermodel. And besides, I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Wayne family. I mean, look at the family. They all have looks and great personalities, they’re fun and adventurous, and their lives are amazing. And then...and then there’s me who’s just boring and average who could care less about adventure. I’m just...meh.”

She paused, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to make herself small. It’s the first time she said her thoughts out loud. It felt a little freeing, but it still hurt.

“The only reason why we were even engaged was for a stupid business deal my dad struck with Bruce Wayne. I would like to add that Mr. Wayne didn’t even look that interested in the arrangement, and neither did Damian,” she finished, deflating a little. Finally telling someone about the arrangement.

“Oh flower,” Ivy said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “If he can’t love you for who you are or only cares about looks, then he doesn’t deserve you. You should marry for love, so you made the right choice.”

She rested her head on Ivy and sighed. “But it wouldn’t have been a loveless marriage,” she whispered, “I love him, it would make it a one-sided loveless marriage.”

She felt Harley join the hug and she closed her eyes as tears started to form.

“You never cared about your looks before,” Harley mused, playing with Y/N’s hair. “What brought this on?”

Y/N opted to stay quiet and shook her head. Ivy called her name and she sighed. She knew they wouldn’t stop until she answered, and she was afraid of what they would do. This time, Harley called her name, but firmer. “Okay fine, but you can’t do anything stupid.”

Harley scoffed and pulled away to poke Y/N’s nose. “When have I ever?” She gave Harley a look and she just giggled. “Okay, so maybe there were a few times but I’m not letting you off the hook. So, spill.”

She rubbed her face and groaned. “I overheard Damian’s friends talk about how they couldn’t see him falling in love with someone like me. And they're right, I’m fat, and plain looking.”

“You are not fat,” Ivy said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a little chuddy yes, but you're healthy and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

“What she said,” Harley agreed as she walked out of the room. She came back a moment later with her mallet. “Come on Red, we’ve got work to do.”

“What? No!” she called as the two made their way to the door. “You promised!” But it fell on deaf ears as she watched her two parental figures leave the apartment. Mumbling a string of curses, she took out her phone and sent out a message.

Damian ignored everyone in the room, and frowned at his phone. He stared at the two words like it was mocking him. It’d been two weeks of silence from her and the first words she sends him is I’m sorry?

Scoffing, he typed out a reply and just before he could press send, the door slammed open.

There was a collective gasp around the room as they watched two of Gotham’s sirens walk into the living room.

“Man, and here I thought we were going to have a quiet night,” Garth complained, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s what you get when you say ‘sure is a quiet night,’” Jon mocked, Garth made a face at him but chose not to say anything.

“What do you want, Harley?” Bruce asked tiredly. Damian had a faint feeling that this isn’t the first time Harley barged into the manor.

Harley pointed her mallet at the boys and smirked as they squirmed a little. Damian narrowed his eyes, wondering if there’s going to be a fight or not.

“A little birdie told me that you are making fun of girls like Y/N,” she said. Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew Y/N? But she’s never mentioned that. But then again, there are things he hasn’t told her yet.

“Y/N?” Wally asked, confused. He wasn’t the only one, one look around the room told Damian that no one knew who she was talking about. “Don’t know who that is.”

“Mhm, that’s okay. She knows who you are though. And she’s told us what you’ve said,” Harley continued, “about how you don’t see Damian marrying someone who’s chubby, who is a bit self-conscious about who they are. Which leads me…” she trailed off and pointed her mallet at the Wayne boys.

They narrowed their eyes and watched closely to see what she might do next. Their eyes were especially on Ivy. She hasn’t said much during Harley’s speech. But her glare spoke volumes.

“Why is it whenever Y/N comes home from hanging out with Damian and everyone here, she’s sad?” Harley asked, and the boys widened as they realized who they were talking about.

“You’re talking about Y/N? Damian’s fiancé?” Jason asked. Wally, Gath and Jon’s head whipped around to look at Damian.

“You’re engaged?!”

Damian chose to ignore them and narrowed his eyes at the two. “What do you mean she’s sad? And how do you know?”

“Exactly that,” Ivy said with a shrug. “She didn’t tell us until today, but we knew there was something wrong. Said that she felt like she didn’t fit in, like you just didn’t care that she was there.”

Okay, so she didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s what Ivy got out of it.

She watched and listened as the Wayne boys tried to defend themselves. She raised her hand and they stopped talking.

“Is that why she ended the engagement?” Damian asked.

“She did what?” Damian’s brothers asked in unison. He didn’t answer and Ivy nodded.

“Better go fix it, baby bird,” Harley said, pointing at Damian.

Not needed to be told twice, Damian stood and left, ignoring the protest of his friends and family. He chuckled when he heard the groans of everyone as Harley and Ivy started their lecture on why you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know.

It’s been twenty minutes since Ivy and Harley left, and she can’t help but wonder what they’re doing. She had almost followed them, but decided against it. She’ll wait until they get back for the answers.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her book in confusion. Harley and Ivy would have just walked in, and she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

Setting the book on the couch, she got up and made her way to the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who it was through the peephole. She bit her lip and debated on whether or not she should open the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N,” Damian said. He sounded tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping lately. “Can I come in, please? We need to talk.”

Sighing, she unlocked the door. He looked as tired as he sounded. She stepped aside and waited until he was inside before closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Harley and Ivy,” he said after a few minutes of silence. She shrugged, keeping her attention on the door as she answered him.

“I met them when I was in grade 10,” she mumbled, “was running from someone and I asked for their help. Since then, they’ve kind of adopted me.”

“Do your parents know?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think they would care.”

Damian snorted, turning around to look at her. She was still refusing to look at him. “I think they would care if their only daughter was hanging around with Gotham’s most wanted.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t,” she argued. “They were the ones who signed my life away. I mean, the whole engagement was because of a business deal.” She hadn’t meant to, but she let the bitterness seep into her voice. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

Damian flinched as she dismissed it, and reached out to grab her arm. She tensed but didn’t pull away, Damian took that as a good sign, and turned her around. She let him, but kept her gaze on his chest.

“My friends are stupid,” Damian stated, surprising her. “We were playing truth or dare and I was asked what my type of a girl was. I didn’t think your first meeting with them would end our engagement. I wished you would have talked to me about it though, instead of that.”

She hung her in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just, I don’t know. On top of what your friends said, and the whole arranged marriage thing, I didn’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She froze when she realized what she said. She shut her eyes, and covered her face with her hands, willing the flush on her cheeks to go away. But it didn’t.

“You love me?” Damian asked, and she could hear the smirk. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged. Damian huffed out a laugh, and gently pried her hands off her face. When she still didn’t look up, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “I love you too.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him dumbfounded. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward a little, resting his forehead on hers. “I love the way you are now, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked quietly. So quietly, he almost didn’t catch it. He nodded.

“With all my heart.”

She looked at him, looking to see if he was lying. When all she found was the truth, she closed the distance and kissed him. She bundled up his shirt as he cupped her cheeks gently. She put all her love into that kiss, and he eagerly matched her pace.

When they needed air, she pulled back and smiled when he followed after her.

“So, does that mean we can get married now?” Damian asked. She pretended to think about it, and he poked her sides a little.

“I guess so,” she answered with a laugh. He pulled her into a hug, which she returned, nuzzling her face in his shirt. “Are we still waiting until we’re done with school?”

“Would give us time to get to know each other. Really get to know each other,” he added when she was about to say something. “And maybe this time around, you’ll feel like you fit in with my family.”

“Wow, they left nothing out, did they?” she questioned. Damian chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too.”

[lesbian-deadpool]

Okay, so I kinda miss HS!Nat and hear me out, Nerd!Nat and Jock!Reader, right? So...

One day Nat starts receiving random letters in her locker and at first it weirded her out. But she quickly got used to it and looked forward to receiving the letters every say. Some days they were simple messages, and other days they were poems.

It kept going on for about a month until one day she stayed home sick and got behind on her work. The next day she asked her seat mate from every class to borrow their notes and when she received the reader's notes, that same day at home she realised that the handwriting in their notebook and the notes she received were the same. 👀

The reader.

Who steals Natasha's pen just so they can play air drums in class, while they're waiting for the teacher.

Who turned to Natasha and asked "Why do frogs jump so far?" In the middle of math class, while everyone is busy with their work.

Who wore their t-shirt inside out, and back to front, in solidarity with some kid, bc they spilled coffee all down their front.

Who brought lunch in for a kid who couldn't afford it everyday just until their family got back on their feet.

Who smiles at Natasha everytime they make eye contact.

Who, when they get hurt on the field, the first thing they do is stick their thumb up in the air, to show they're okay.

Vs. Natasha.

The one who spends most of her free time in the library, studying, and hanging out with her few friends.

Natasha, who passes all her classes with flying colours.

Who has been aiming to get into an Ivy League University, since the age of 10.

Who takes ballet, and has done for as long as she can remember.

Has been to exactly three of the schools sports games, all bc Clint dragged her to them. (Two of which were your games).

Who swoons everytime she sees evidence of just how big your heart is.

She just cannot believe that you actually have any interest in her.

But here you are, sending her flattering notes and letters through the slats in her locker.

She has to wonder if you're just trying to be nice, if you think she's lonely, and aren't doing it to other girls.

And although she believes you heart is good and would definitely do something to make someone feel less lonely, she knows that you would never play with someones heart like that.

The day after she found out, she gave you a note of your own into your locker.

Luckily her locker was just across from yours on the other side of the hallway, just a few feet down. So she stood there, watching as you found the note, halls filled as everyone gathered their books for their next class.

Your eyes grew wide when you realised you had been found out, looking over your shoulder, to the red-head watching you. Throwing her a bashful and awkward smile.

Your locker slammed shut and you walked towards her, Natasha's heart beating faster with every step you took, little did she know yours was the exact same.

"So, you know it was me huh? Listen. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I-"

"You didn't make me uncomfortable."

"I didn't?"

"No. I was mostly just surprised that it was you."

"Well..." You looked down to your feet, stubbing your toe against the floor, which Natasha thought was absolutely adorable how shy you could get. "I'm just surprised that I'm the only one that sees how amazing you are. And I was just wondering, if you'd... would you... can... would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Natasha smiled, "I would love to."